I want to be molded into the man you want me to be for my future wife. I want to be worthy of her waiting and affection. I want my relationship with You to draw her toward me, and our relationship draw from and point toward You. Jesus, something has come over me, and I know it’s going to be hard but it’s time to wipe the slate clean today, to rise up out of this griminess that’s been holding me down and take hold of all You have for me. Today is the day that I start believing that everything I ever wanted is on its way, maybe not, surely not in the way I expect, but definitely on it’s way. You have already set these plans into motion, today The Vision is renewed, better than ever before.
Someday, I hope to marry a girl who loves me enough to take big risks – who believes in me and is willing to ride the roller coaster of life together. I just know I’ll be a better man for it.
Delight yourself in God and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Can any other desire outmatch her?
There’s too much to give for all of it to be stored up for nothing.
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The rusted matatu van’s exhaust coughed and puttered down the dirt street, merging onto the bustling main road that was paved but littered with potholes. On either side, piles of burning tires surrounded by sweat drenched Kenyans wielding machetes stood shouting. I pressed my face against the dusty glass and watched the riots unfold right outside my van.
If I had known then that just one hundred yards away was a man who would dominate international media in the next few years with the revelation of millions of top secret documents I would have been curious to meet him and see what it was all about. The journalist in me would have needed to know, but back then only a handful of people knew who he was. Julian Assange was attending the World Social Forum in Nairobi. I didn’t even know it was going on, nor what it was at the time, but the forum was a radical parody of the World Economic Forum, where rich influential people gathered in Switzerland to discuss money, whereas this forum consisted of poor and powerless people gathered to discuss justice.
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